Inside Her Head.

There was desperation in all she said,
an emptiness at centre
cored with self,
which geared her speech very fast
and loud
she laughed a lot too
and she knew deception inside out.
She fought for control
at every turn,
her eyes always yearning for
more distraction.
Despite it all she was though,
very transparent,
amused curiosity ruled her day
because at a glance
she saw excitement in every
unknown until
she uncovered it and after enough
she turned away.
Yet underneath this girl was lonely,
inside her head
she battled her fears about life
and death
and all in between.
Poor little rich girl, some day
your plight
will alter or peter out,
what will you do then with only
yourself with whom
to work it all out ?

heterodynemind
This poem reminds me how for a time I thought all truly gorgeous people almost had to be shallow. Thankfully I found out that was not the case at all!

carol
money does not make for a great life well written

kath
Good question! Brill poem! "amused curiosity rule her day" is sublimely observed. I wish though that I could try out being rich for a change! Lol! :) kathxxxxxxxxx

Dream Weaver
you have shown here so well just how poor so many 'possesions' can make us. Love and care makes us so much richer doesn't it.

Sandra Martyres
You leave the reader with plenty of food for thought in the poor little rich girl piece.. very well written indeed I agree with SWB.